He had spoken to her about God, although he had never mentioned God before and never did again after. He told her that she needed faith. A faith. Some kind of faith. Otherwise, it was too easy to let go of life. You had to make up a God that you could believe in and then believe in it. You had to believe that there was something present in your life that could save you. You did not necessarily need to know what it was but you had to feel that it existed. You had to find what delighted you about life and seize it. You could not let it go, or lose sight of it. You had to grow claws with which to grasp it.
Peter Cameron, The Weekend

Going on my college wall…

Going on my college wall…

(via emergencythermos)


forced affection 

forced affection 




seduce my mind and you can have my body, capture my soul and i’m yours forever
#intellectual intercourse



Comment by my friendski, “Tao.”
emergencythermos:

a mellow, reassuring sort of vibe with a confident declarative authority in immediate legible font associated deliberate “fragility” from the single sheet of stained paper in a black void

Comment by my friendski, “Tao.”

emergencythermos:

a mellow, reassuring sort of vibe with a confident declarative authority in immediate legible font associated deliberate “fragility” from the single sheet of stained paper in a black void


People call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.
Daria Morgendorffer (via bellikins)

(via simple-perks)





DEAR UCHICAGO,

(text work by lee jung)